Happiness in Hawaii
A medium sized assault cruiser, owned by the Galactic Federation, stolen by a group of genetic experiments. Their friends, other experiments, were being turned to pod form even as they drove away. They wanted to save their friends, but not now. Maybe when they were properly equipped they will save them, but not in a tiny medium assault cruiser with the whole Galactic Fleet on their tails. The newest experiment, an orange one numbered 626, was driving the cruiser as best he could. He was the only one with knowledge of the newest Galatic ships, all the others had outdated information on unused and outdated ships.
"Cycle Complete" The cold computer-like voice said as the airlock opened and two experiments in black spacesuites came through. All the other experiments had the same spacesuit, expecting hull damage and pressure loss.
The ship's speakers boomed as the pilot spoke, "As happy as I am to be driving this thing do you think it's at all possible for you people to take to the guns and shoot those idiots!?"
A few experiments ran to the the small ladders in the sides of the walls, climbing up or falling down to the gun control chambers. The ship's thrusters went from a bright red/orange mix to a blue/white mix as the ship was pushed to it's limits. Three cannons near the back of the ship turned around to face their chasers. The barrels glew orange for a moment before erupting with energy, yellow laser fire flying into the tangled mass of starfighters behind them. There were a few explosions as the smaller fighters were destroyed from direct hits, others spiraling out of control and flying into their comrades.
More determined than ever to stop the experiments now that their friends were dead the Galactic Federation pursuers pushed their ships as much as they could, but the cruiser had too much of a lead and was going too fast for them to catch. Two rocket pods came out of the side of the cruiser, large rockets flying out and into the Galactic ships. One by one the cannons were picked off from their chasers, and the rocket pods were soon destroyed. More Assault Battlecruisers flew in from their rear, a squadron of fighters coming in front of them.
The experiment pilot hit a red button, jets that were used for lift-offs erupting under the ship. It lifted up, over the squadron of fighters. The fighters started to turn to give proper chase, but were plowed into by the Battlecruisers. Anti Ship weaponry rolled out of the Battlecruisers and locked onto the experiment's ship, opening fire.
Knowing that he had to do something to save himself and his fellow experiments, the orange pilot twisted the ship to the side, making a sharp turn. The Anti Ship lasers flew by the cruiser as it turned toward it's attackers. It flew into the mess of ships, zig zagging as best it could through the tiny maze. The Galactic pilots thought they had the small cruiser, filled with it's experiment occupants, and turned to face it. Without thinking, but fully within the experiment pilot's plans, the larger ships came into the paths of the smaller ships. There were collisions. Ugly, bright red and orange collisions, with no hope of any survivors in some. A few of the Battlecruisers crashed into each other, metal smashing and morphing into one large peice of space trash. The single remaining Battlecruiser got off one last shot with it's Anti Ship ordinance before colliding into a Large Assault Cruiser and joining the others.
"Oh, you gotta be..." The experiment pilot grumbled. He tried to turn, but the damage to the ship was significant and even stretched to the control system. Unable to turn, the experiment thumbed the Hyperspace Drive Activation button. He took a deep breath and pressed the button. A beam shot out, forming a controlled worm hole. The Anti Ship Laser smacked into the side of the ship and the beam malfunctioned. The experiment occupants panicked, abandoning the ship in the escape pods. The pilot stayed, though, not knowing his fellow experiments had abandoned him. He entered the uncontrolled worm hole, not knowing it was malfunctioning. Instead of going to his Earth, he went to another. Both alike and different to his in many ways.
The wormhole opened and the burning, smoking wreckage of the cruiser slowly slid through. With a flash of alien light the wormhole disappeared. The cruiser was completely out of energy, with thousands of holes in the hull. The orange pilot wasn't in a spacesuit, or at least wasn't in one that didn't have a hole in it. He breathed heavily, the air coming to his lungs harder and harder with every breath. The cruiser drifted into Earth's atmoshphere, crashing into the water with a reverberating BAM!!
Grabbing hold of his oxygen tanks on the back of his spacesuit and holding them in front of him, an idea formed. The cruiser was filling with water, and he couldn't swim. He pressed as many buttons as possible to preserve hull intregity and stop the water from reaching the cockpit and experiment quarters. With that accomplished he opened the airlock, let it cycle, and used the oxygen tank to propel him to the surface and to the small island he saw on his way down. It wasn't that far, you could jump to the wreckage from the island. He crawled onto the beach and ripped off his damaged spacesuit. No use if it had a tear.
He looked around him and saw nothing, just sand and water. He got up and started to walk through the strange woods, seeing many strange animals and plants. The Galactic Fleet could only make him smile, but this strange place scared him. Where was he? He put in the coordinates for Earth, the ship verified that he had reached his destination, but this wasn't Earth. Earth was a red planet with a Galactic Federation installation on it.
He continued his trek, wondering where he was, he was very afraid, being the only experiment left and being lost. Behind him the bushes shook, and he turned, reaching for his blasters...
... Which were in his suit, on the beach, in peices. The bushes to his side now shook, and he turned to face those, ready to fight. Then out of the first bushes jumped a blue animal, placing a capsule over him.
"Cousin!" Cried the experiment-like animal.
Charlie shook himself out of his dream. He often visited this memory, but that was when he was awake. Somehow it bothered him to see it in a dream. Finally it hit him. He would never see his old home and friends again. He snuck out of his bed and to the elevator, not wanting to wake Lilo. She rolled onto her side, asleep. He took one look at her to make sure she was asleep and then took the elevator down to the hallway. Then he went to the living room and sat on the couch, silently tearing. He had left them, abandoned them. They're laying in space, dead or captured by the Galactic Fleet and turned into pod form, while he's here with a family and friends and a good life. Was that fair? Did they do something before his activations to anger some higher being, who doomed them to that fate while letting him escape?
The door next to Jumba and Pleakley's room, the one to Angel and Stitch's room, opened and Angel came out, looking for a midnight snack. Hey, she's an experiment, she didn't need to watch her weight. She made herself a sandwitch, eating it in three mouthfuls, and started back to her room. Then she saw Charlie on the couch, crying. She walked up to him.
"Charlie, what's wrong?" She asked."Wha-? Oh... no- nothing, Angel. Just... thinking." He said, never looking away from the wall on the far side of the room.
"Thinking about what?" She asked.
"Ho... home." He whispered.
"Oh... Charlie, c'mon..." She said, taking his hand and leading him back to his and Lilo's room. She helped him into the bed and then went back to the elevator. Then she stopped and looked at him. 'I can't leave him like this...' She thought to herself. She slowly climbed into the bed next to him and put her arms around him, holding him in a small, comforting hug. He put his arms around her as well, loosley. He was grateful that she was trying to help, and it was working. He cried into her chest, and they soon fell asleep, laying down with the covers over them.
In the morning Stitch woke up alone. He figured Angel got up early, like she usually did, and shrugged it off. Walking into the living room he noticed Angel wasn't there, either. Or the kitchen, or the bathroom. He shrugged it off, thinking she probably went out for a walk, and went to the tower elevator. He started to take it up like he did every morning to wake Lilo and Charlie. The three occupants of the room slept silently, two hugging each other and the third sleeping alone. Stitch got to the top of the elvator and shook Lilo awake. He turned to wake Charlie and froze...
